Take heed for what flames spare. See what will grow anew. For what lies beyond death, Must only be the truth. I seek to make aware, For what you pay your fare. For under death's cold stare, We spy by what to swear. When chaff, the wind does shoo, let fly what we once knew. Yet still, explore your view, and see what sits with you. For it will be your breath, and did not cross the Lethe. For now, and on its breadth, Go see the fruits, uneath. For what we learned in youth, Has felt the harsh wolf's tooth. What still remains, in sooth, must form our core, selcouth. Now find new clothes to wear, To garb this new breakthrough. For here, what hid aneath, Will prove the saving ruth.
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